Bigger and Better

Gonzalo stared at the two graves as he stood with Sofia beside Rourke and Pym’s grave. They had done what they could to hurry the two. No investigation would be done on their deaths as it would all eventually be concluded as ‘rogue attacks’.

Sincerely, no one cared here. No one. They weren't even members of this pack. Any fuss and Echo might just send them off.

With a final and tearful goodbye, Gonzalo turned to Sofia with a voice that was hoarse with sentiments. "Thank you, Sofia. For everything."

Sofia nodded and her already dull eyes were clouded with sorrow. "They deserved a proper burial, Gonzalo. And you deserve some time to grieve. We'll find out who did this, Gonzalo. I promise."

The last light of day was fading. It was time for him to return to the packhouse, to face whatever awaited him there. He nodded grimly at Sofia. There was something about how much he believed those words for he wouldn't stop until he found who did it, truly.

"I should get back," he said, sniffing back